The Chirping

What are they trying to say,these crickets?
Or is it the night coming to life?

Creeping in my ears and jolting up the long lost memories?
They make me dream of that house beside the paddy field,
small yet filled with joy
that is flooding through and through and uncontainable within the four walls,


What are they chirping about?

Are they reminding me
How much I miss the fragrance,
of those satinwood flowers, blooming in the breezy,cold nights like this?

What are they so happy about?

Maybe
The fireflies have gathered together again,
in the paddy field.
Millions of them, glowing together to the rhythm of night.

Why are they so loud, yet soothing?

Are they calling me out to look at the boy who stood there once
looking to the glowing field
Wondering if the starry sky has crumbled down?

I wonder if he is still there,stuck in a time loop,
I wonder if he still can be that imaginative,
Mistaking zillions of fireflies to the starry sky

I just wonder…..

Oh.. these crickets they are still Chirping!!!
louder than my thoughts..
or is it the night coming to life?!